The pendulum clock told truth of time ticking away. After all, time was all I had with a charming slave in angst at the agility of my actions.
A hellacious heathen with hungry heels and a huge heart power hungry even more so, unstoppable an understatement as this riveting reunion went underway, just to satisfy my creative play where pain and pleasure permeate.
I wouldn’t be the deity I am today if pleasure is excluded from all this power rushing in my veins, never guilt ridden for the simple fact, it's the way life should be for a woman.
The drive for power alone does not cut it, or fleeting looks for that matter.
Sure, some chalk it up to attitude, and this does play a major part, but tapping into one’s self can unleash a mind of marvel.
He tastes of the caviar good life, succulent is his sin I swallow, becoming one with my soul as he experiences how pure being crushed to coagulate in the blood stream of whom he refers to as a sex siren.
He delivers what I desire and need, knowing full well, the greedy goddess would get her gooeyness one bite at a time, limb by limb his skin is chewed and sucked off the bone, crushed to mere dust to decorate my teeth.
Blood tinged breath of his distinct metal flavor is savored before being toyed with, until squashed into the silver insoles of my stilettos, giving off a metallic red glare in the gazing green and circling gold sunbursts of my smiling hazel eyes, yet there is so much to tell of mans exquisite hell... ©Zaria~
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